I don't want anything to do with this thoroughly sick so-called civilization, so I will do my best to get away from it all. There will be no more articles like this one, no more (strictly speaking) unnecessary communication with strangers in the modern world and no interviews. I will publish a few books, possibly using a pseudonym in order to stay anonymous, and perhaps a Burzum album or two, but that's it.

I say this because I have been told that some people expect a lot from me when I am released. Well; don't expect anything. Unless You look for my books or albums You can expect to never hear from or about me again. I don't want anything to do with You or the thoroughly sick world You live in. Count me out. I am going home, to the Norwegian countryside, to the wilderness and fresh air, to a healthy farm-life and Mother Earth's embrace.

From official Burzum site. He has had an acoustic guitar in his prison for a couple of years I believe, so he has been writing some music. Apparently we can expect it to sound like classic Burzum.

well, given the above varg quote, it seems as thoughprison has successfully removed vargs idealogical convictio / his will to fight (which brought about his current quandary) or in the least his thymos or spiritedness which, by the way, was what gave birth to those amazing albums. it could thus be speculated that the music he has been composing in his cell will be imbued with a wholly different set of emotions.

the above quoted statement by him is particularly interesting if you recall what he said before he entered prison as was quoted in lords of chaos. he said something in the vain of:"prisons are like monasteries. when you get out your only much stronger." all of this only conffirms what plato already showed with his divided line: imagination is the lowest form of cognition. so, i think you guys who are contemplating murdering people and then cruising to some sweet cell for 21 years are fucking idiots.

What we call "imagination" can be different things. Some people think that art where the sky is green and the grass is blue is imagination; other people correctly recognize those people are retarded, and have them killed.

The intuitive imagination might be the highest form of consciousness, but only in the hands of real mages, not idiots who dress themselves up like priests and claim they have knowledge.

Vikernes needs some time off without freedom regulating his behavior. He is probably five years away from any useful activity. During his first five years of prison, he wrote two books and an album or two. During his last five, he has written articles for a website based on a Russian porn/warez server.

chrstphrbnntt

so, i think you guys who are contemplating murdering people and then cruising to some sweet cell for 21 years are fucking idiots.

It was a joke regarding the clemency of Norway's penal system.

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What we call "imagination" can be different things. Some people think that art where the sky is green and the grass is blue is imagination; other people correctly recognize those people are retarded, and have them killed.

The correct quote is "sterilized" IIRC. Hitler's views on "entartete Kunst" are ridiculous.

chrstphrbnntt

What art that he would have eliminated is necessary, and in what ways is it helpful?

I'm not a Nazi, but I'm wholly unimpressed by most "art" and consider it harmful, not helpful, except to degenerate people.

How is any art necessary?

Otto Dix, Franz Kafka, Erich Kleiber, Alban Berg, Albert Einstein, Jack London, and Thomas Mann are my favorites. Then there's all of the censored plays and movies, suppression of expressionism & surrealism... and the complete ban of jazz and anything bending the limits of tonality -- but I already know I'm in the minority there, so let's not get into it.

Art is always an expression of an idea, crushing atonal metal like Deicide is about self-affirmation really (rhythmic destruction of passivity,rhythm = activity, atonality = self, from what I can deduce).

I think art is worthless, ideals are not, ideas that structure themselves around a given ideal are worthless, save one finds the ideal important.